Alwyn

[petty_dabbler]

[From here...]

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Alwyn asked as the credits rolled.

"I absolutely believe in ghosts," John nodded. "I've seen one. I know they're real."

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[sweet_alwyn]

"I think you're lovely," he said softly. "I adore you."

[petty_dabbler]

"That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard," he said, leaning in to kiss him again. He squirmed as close as he could get, his cock growing hot and heavy trapped against Alwy's hip.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn let out a little gasp, stomach fluttering the way it always did when they were intimate.

[petty_dabbler]

John shifted so he could kiss Alwyn's neck and breathe him in.

"My God, I want you," he murmured.

[sweet_alwyn]

"Want you too," Alwyn said softly. "I want... To be as close as we can be."

[petty_dabbler]

John moved so he could look at him, just to see if he was sure.

"Yeah...we'll go slow, alright?" he said softly.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn nodded slightly, trusting John to take care. He always did after all.

[petty_dabbler]

When he said slow, he meant it. He understood how quickly Alwyn could get overwhelmed.

"I'm going down on you," he warned softly. John shifted so he could kiss his way down Alwyn's torso, giving him plenty of time to ready himself.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn tensed, then nervously blurted out, I don't like it. I don't.. I don't like your mouth or my mouth... I tried, but... Fuck, I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

[petty_dabbler]

John stopped and lifted his head to look at him.

"Shh, it's alright," he said. "Don't be sorry for what you don't like. Is there something you'd rather?"

[sweet_alwyn]

"I don't know," Alwyn said, guilt hitting him hard again.

Why couldn't he just be normal?

[petty_dabbler]

John kissed him over his heart, then pushed himself up to eye level.

"It's alright, love. It's not a quiz. All I want is to make you feel good."

[sweet_alwyn]

"Sometimes I don't even know if I like sex," Alwyn admitted. "But I want to be near you. To touch you... To be touched."

[petty_dabbler]

That made him pause and he backed off a bit more.

"I don't make you feel like you have to...do I?" he asked, upset at the thought.

[sweet_alwyn]

"No. When I say I want to, I always mean it," Alwyn promised.

[petty_dabbler]

"Oh. Alright," he nodded, moving closer again. He stole a soft kiss, then rested his head beside him.

He smoothed his hand down Alwyn's stomach, moving lower.

"We can just touch," he said quietly.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn nodded, reaching over to touch John's chest.

"I like how you feel," he said. "The texture of your skin. The warmth."

[petty_dabbler]

"You're soft," John replied. "Softer than anything I know. I could touch you for hours."

He kissed his shoulder and then slipped his arm around him to simply hold him close for a moment.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn curled up even closer, settling against John's chest as his fingers smoothed up over his shoulders and down his arms.

He lay like that for ages, until eventually his hands started to move lower and his touch became a bit more sure and intimate.

[petty_dabbler]

Alwyn's hands moved low and John gasped softly. He reached around to trail his fingers along his back and down over his ass.

"I love you," he whispered. "I love our touch."

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn nodded, taking John in hand and stroking him slowly.

[petty_dabbler]

John inhaled slowly through his nose and groaned as he exhaled.

"Jesus," he choked softly.

"Can I too?" John asked, his hand close on Alwyn's hip.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn seemed as though he needed to think about that, but after a long moment he nodded his consent.

[petty_dabbler]

His touch was slow as he took him in hand and began to stroke him.

"This is good," he whispered.

[sweet_alwyn]

Alwyn let out a little gasp, nodding slightly. He couldn't really focus on speaking while John was touching him like that.

"Yes," was all he managed to say as he started to stroke John faster.